No "many things" post today. All apologies. I promise that next week's will be extra super fantastic. You won't be able to handle the glee. Or something like that.
When we last spoke, I was in Maine. The Featureless Saint and I have a long standing argument* about whether or not the ideal beach is full of great and glorious rocks. I am pro. He is con. Tell me who is right:
Rocks and beaches are like "hot" and "chocolate." You can have one without the other - but they are so much better together.
On the way home, the rest of the family and I met up in the Berkshires, where we spent the holiday weekend, which mainly involved flinging the kids in various pools because it has suddenly heated right up here. But, as luck would have it (and I never would have put it together had my MIL not mentioned it), last weekend was the weekend of the MA Sheep and Wool Festival (aka Cummington) and we were so very close that it would have been a shame to miss it.**
And so we went:
Who's a handsome boy? You are.
Bob Marley reincarnated?
The Diva wanted a bunny in the Worst Way. We are mean.
The Boy reached his fill of sheep and/or wool early in the afternoon. Here he is near the sheepdog trials. The sheep are those used in the trials; the Boy is playing on my iTouch, because why be in nature if you have no electronic device.
He did rally eventually and made some knitting needles...
Compared to NY Sheep and Wool (aka Rhinebeck), this festival is cute and quaint. But in terms of being able to move around and relax, it is a keeper.
After the past few weeks of non-stop movement, both the husband and I intend to go nowhere for as long as we can. There is no argument about that.
* The other long standing argument involves Christmas lights.
** This may be the start of another, so to be long standing argument.